Jane Haddam

All this week end, I ‘ve been having one of those periods when I wake up in full remembrance of Very Odd Dreams.  Sometimes I wake  up three or four times a night, always to be faced with sorting out what is real and what is not. These are not necessarily bad dreams.  And, to…

Back there in the mists of time somewhere, when Greg was freaking out in total Oscar ceremony mode and threatening to refuse to have either of his eye operations because it was just to weird to think about…well, back there somewhere, I promised him that if he just went through with it, I would allow…

It’s Thursday, which is normally a reasonably calm day around here–or was, until that turned into the day always set for Greg’s surgeries. This Thursday is not too bad, so far, although I got up late and I may still stumble on something.  It happens all the time. Some things are more or less solved,…

Okay, I know.  The title. I couldn’t help myself. Just a couple of notes about the things I said yesterday: First, I’m not talking about allusions or references.   In Anne of the Thousand Days, the fact that a child borne out of wedlock cannot inherit from his father is not an allusion or a reference, it’s…

I’ve been having such awful luck with the Internet today, I’m reluctant to start this post.  And, in fact, the start didn’t go all that well, as I typed all of the above while the cursor moved but no words appeared, then had to wait 15 seconds before they showed up. So keep your fingers…

Okay, I have a terrible feeling that’s not the first time I’ve used this title, but it’s really early in the morning and I don’t want to go back and look at the  moment. Besides, I’ve only just started my tea. And I don’t want to imply that life has been total crap, either.  Greg…

I know where I have to start this post today–with the fact that I managed to consistantly misspell Foucault’s name throughout the post yesterday.   It’s the consistancy that surprises me, because I’m not unfamiliar with Foucault or his work. There’s something Freudian going on there… The other place might be to say that I am,…

I knew, when I wrote that post yesterday, or the day before, whatever it is I’ve been doing, that I was going to end up having to write this one or something like it today. But I also think I may have come up with a slightly different approach. So let me start on the…

Okay, not quite.  There’s snow on the ground, and some coming down, but it’s pretty warm, so I’m guessing it’s all going to be gone by noon or so.  In the meantime, of course, it’s pretty annoying. I have come to the conclusion that I’m not going to get any real writing done this month–I’ll…

This term, Wednesday is my sort of worst day of the week–worst because I have to be up really early and I don’t end until late; sort of because the day that really kicks my ass is Thursday, when, in order to stay on some kind of schedule, I get up at my usual time…